I've been rewatching Buffy over the last couple of weeks. A full watch of the series, in order, which is something I don't think I've ever actually done. It's been good seeing that some of my favorite things are still great, that there are some parts I'm still not fond of, and seeing just how low budget many parts of this were. But one plot device made me more annoyed than anything, especially with what they continued to do with it as the series went on. In Season two, the big bad was Angelus. The true vampire mind of Buffy's boyfriend, Angel, once the soul cursed upon him was removed. Buffy needs to confront her boyfriend, who is now a merciless sadist, bent on destroying the world, and trying to drive people to madness in the process. The thing that broke the curse mind you, was one moment of true happiness. Otherwise he would be forced to constantly suffer with the possession of a soul. And the thing that causes that happiness? Taking Buffy's v-car
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